Date: Sat, 09 Aug 2008 23:54:55 -0500
From: DW
Subject: Corporate Whore

I checked my watch as I hurried back to the office.  It would be tight, but
I would get back before lunch hour was over.  This was important, since my
boss, Mr. Davis, was a total asshole when it came to being late.  If only
Don had hurried more, it wouldn't have been a problem, but he had drawn
things out, savoring the moment.

Don was a guy I had met online.  Like me, he was married, with kids.  Also
like me, he harbored lustful thoughts about other men.  I had just left him
at a nearby park, where I had blown him in an out of the way spot.  I would
have preferred a more discreet location, but neither one of us could use
our houses, so the park would have to do for now.  I had been seeing him
for a month now; twice a week we would get together and I would suck his
cock.  This time, it had taken longer, and my jaw was sore from sucking
him.  This time he had come in my mouth, against my wishes.  I could still
feel the force of his come, still taste his salty cum.  I had jerked it out
of my mouth when he had started, and redirected it onto the grass.  I
complained about his finishing in my mouth, but he had just laughed as I
ran off, back to work.  I was still a little pissed, but part of me hadn't
minded so much.

But now I was back at work, and I had to focus.  I walked by my boss, who
was standing in the hallway talking to one of the other assistant
marketers.  Mr Davis was such an uptight boss, I grinned inside, thinking
of what he would think if he knew what I had just done.  As I passed him, I
suddenly had the feeling that hheh was staring at my, boring holes in my
back.  I hurried to my cubicle and started typing up a report that was due.
In the back of my mind, though, I was back in the woods with Don.

Ten minutes later, my phone rang.  I swallowed when I saw it was Mr. Davis.
"Hello," I said into the receiver.

"Get in my office, Doug," he said.  Now."

Oh shit! I thought.  I must have screwed up something.  I got up and hurred
to his office, passing Janine, his cute blonde secretary that everyone
thought he was fucking.  "Go on in," she said, barely glancing at me.

I entered the office.  "You wanted to see me, Mr. Davis?" I said meekly.

He was behind his desk, staring at me in his unnerving way.  "Yes, Doug.
Close the door, please."

I closed it and sat down in the hard chair across from his desk.  He didn't
say anything, just kept staring at me.  My heart pounded in my chest, but I
didn't say anything.

Finally he spoke.  "Did you enjoy your lunch today, Doug?" he asked.

My mouth was suddenly very dry.  "Uh, yes sir," I stammered.  I wasn't
late, I hurried back-"

"I know you weren't late," he interrupted.  "That isn't the issue here.
Tell me, where did you eat?"

I struggled to think.  His eyes seemed to see right through me.  "Well, I,
uh, I didn't actually eat anything.  I just went for a walk in the park.
The weather is really nice, and-"

"Really?" he interrupted again.  "You didn't eat anything?  A skinny guy
like you?  Are you sure?"

"Mr. Davis, I don't understand..."

He smiled coldly and stood up.  "It's a simple question, Doug," he said
walking around the desk.  "I just want to know...what did you have in your
mouth over lunch?" He stood next to me, his height making him tower over
me.

"N-n-nothing!"

"Really," he said, a nasty tone in his voice.  I jerked when his fingers
touched the back of my head.  "Then how do you explain...this?"

He held his hand out infront of my face.  On his finger was a shiny white
substance.  I didn't recognize it for a moment, and then I realized... it was
cum!  Don's cum.  With a horrified feeling I realized that when I jerked
him out of my mouth, a glob of it must have gone over my head and stuck to
my hair!

I think I whimpered.  The jig was up.  I was about to be fired, and if my
wife found out, divorced.  Oh shit, oh shit, oh SHIT!

"I'm waiting, Doug?  Don't you know what this is?  Maybe if you smelled
it..." he stuck his finger right under my nose, and I recoiled at the pungent
odor.

"It, um, well, I think it's... semen?" I said weakly.

He laughed unpleasantly.  He was like a big, evil presence standing over
me.  "Semen?" he chuckled.  "Is that what you call it?  Why don't you just
call it...cum?"

His use of the word cum was so unexpected, it sounded so dirty...I quailed.
"I guess it's cum, sir," I said, feeling my world collapse.

He walked back to his seat, pulled a tissue from a box on his desk, and
wiped it off his finger.  As he sat down, he said "So the question is, how
did a load of cum get in your hair over lunchtime?"

"I don't know, Mr. Davis," I said lamely.

He smiled at me.  "Shall I tell you what I think?" I twisted in my seat but
didn't reply.  "I think," he continued, "that over your lunch break you
went to the park, found some stranger, and sucked his cock..  Is that what
happened, Doug?"

A small sound escaped me.  I was so, so dead.  He noticed my discomfort and
smiled again.  "So when I ask you what you had for lunch today, wouldn't
the honest answer have been, `a nice...hard...cock?'"

I hung my head, tears welling up in my eyes.  "Mr. Davis, I'm sorry!" I
blurted out.  "I know I shouldn't have done it!"

"I should think not," he said, leaning back in his seat.  "After all,
you're a married man, with children.  For you to risk it all on some
stranger!  I suppose you must really like giving blow jobs, hmmm?"

"no, I don't do it much.... It's not like I do it all the time, honest!  It's
this one guy I met and-"

"You want me to believe that?" he sneered.  "I think it's more likely that
you suck cock every chance you get, like a cheap faggot."

"NO!" I was frantic.  "I don't!  I'm sorry, really sorry!  I won't do it
again!"

He laughed.  "Oh, there's where you're wrong, Doug."

"What... what do you mean?"

"You're going to do it again.  Right now.  Stand up!"

I jerked to my feet, my legs weak.  What did he mean?  He couldn't mean...

"Come over here, bitch," he commanded.  I wobbled my way around the desk,
feeling faint.  He was leaning back in his chair.  As I watched in
disbelief, he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants.

"Mr. Davis...I can't-"

"Shut up," he said, and I closed my mouth right away.  "You're going to
suck MY cock, Doug.  And you're going to do the best job you can.  Unless
you want everyone to know where you've been eating your lunch.  Do you want
that?"

I shook my head, staring mutely at his crotch.  He reached into his boxers
and pulled out his penis.  I gasped at the sight; it was hard as a rock and
looked very big.  I couldn't believe this was happening.  Everyone knew
Mr. Davis was straight, conservative, and that he was fucking his
secretary.

"Well, if you don't want that, I suggest you get on your knees and open
wide."

Soundlessly I fell to my knees, it was easier than standing.  Closer, his
cock looked enormous, certainly bigger than mine or Don's.

"Open your mouth, slut," he said.  I opened my mouth, and he grabbed my
head and shoved his dick between my lips.  "Now suck!"

It felt huge in my mouth.  I closed my lips around it and began to suck the
head.  Despite my confusion and shame, it felt good in there.  I started
moving my head up and down the shaft.

"There, isn't that nice?" he said softly.  "It's like you're getting
another lunch!  Two cocks in one day, what a lucky slut you are."

My face burned, but I kept sucking, kept moving up and down.  I grasped the
base with my hand to stroke it, but he pulled my hand away.

"No, no!  A true cocksucker uses his mouth.  Now, take more of it." I must
not have done it quickly enough, because Mr. Davis grabbed my head and
pulled me down onto his massive shaft.  It filled my mouth and hit the back
of my throat.  I gagged and tried to pull away, buthis hands held it there.
I panicked and started to struggle.

He released my head and I pulled off him, retching.  For a minute I thought
I was going to throw up Don's cum.  He took my head in his hands again and
guided me back onto it.  I started to suck again.

"You're not very good at this, are you Doug?" said Mr. Davis.  "Can't even
deepthroat yet.  Well, don't worry, practice makes perfect, right?  And you
are going to get a lot of practice from now on."

I took it out of my mouth again.  "I'm sorry, Mr. Davis," I said.  Oh god,
I thought, I'm apologizing to the man who was raping my mouth!  But a big
part of me was ashamed; I did want to deepthroat him.  I decided to really
suck him as best as I could to make up for it.

"Yes you are.  Now shut the hell up and suck it!" I gobbled it back in my
mouth and complied.  I moved up and down the shaft, sucking hard, trying to
please him.  "Ah, that's better," he breathed.  "Show me what a good little
whore you are.  Suck it good."

I moaned at his words.  He pulled it out and rubbed it over my face.  "Tell
me what you are," he commanded.

"I'm a...whore?" I said hesitantly, looking up at him.

He laughed.  "That's rather ambitious; I haven't paid you yet.  I'd say
you're more of a slut, since you're doing this for free." He slapped his
hard cock against my face, hard.  "But I bet you'd like to get paid for it,
wouldn't you?  You could buy a present for your wife with the money you
made sucking cock.  I bet she'd like that!" I looked away, embarrassed at
the mention of my wife.  "Suck my balls," he said.

I turned back to him and started to suck his big nutsack.  Unlike Don's, it
was hairless, so I was able to lick and suck them without getting hair on
my tongue.

"Would you like to get paid for being a cocksucker, Doug?" he asked.  "Do
you want to be a whore?" I moaned again.  I felt so dirty, so wicked... and
so incredibly turned on.  My own cock was stiff in my pants; I wanted to
touch it, but didn't dare.

"Answer the question!"

"Yes!" I groaned.  "Yes, I want to be a whore!" I looked up at him with big
eyes.  He smiled evilly.

"You like my cock, don't you?"

I nodded.  "I love your cock, Mr. Davis.  Please can I suck it some more?"

"Oh, I like it when you say please.  Yes, you can suck it some more."
Eagerly I put it back between my dirty lips and started to blow him with
even more enthusiasm.  It felt so good, so wonderful, to be kneeling in
front of him doing this, hearing his words.  I knew I was lost, that I
would do this whenever he wanted.

Then the phone rang.  I jumped at the noise, and reluctantly pulled my
mouth off of him.  "Did I tell you to stop sucking?" he asked.  "Put it
back in your mouth, whore!" I leaned forward and started sucking again,
looking up at him.  "I don't care if your wife walks through that door, you
don't stop until I tell you to stop!" I went back to work as he answered
the phone.  I slid up and down his hard pole, sucking like a two bit office
tramp.

"Yes, Janine?" he said.  His voice betrayed nothing about what I was doing
to him, it was like I wasn't even there!  "No, I'm not finished with Doug
yet," he said, smiling at me.  One of his hands held the back of my head,
and he pushed me down as deep as I could take it and held me there.  I
fought the urge to gag, knowing how angry that would make him.  He listened
to her for a minute, and started talking about an upcoming meeting.
Finally he said, "Just bring the forms in here, I'll sign them.  I started
panicking; I didn't want anyone to see me like this, especially Janine!
For one thing, she was a gorgeous woman.  For another thing, she was mean
spirited and a gossip.

He hung up the phone and released my head.  "Suck it, whore," he commanded.
Don't you fucking stop.  Show me how much you like being my little
cocksucker." Fighting the panic, I kept that dick in my mouth and sucked
hard.

I heard the door open and Janine's heels click into the room.  She stopped
dead when she saw me.  "Doug has found a new position in the department,"
Mr. Davis said with a laugh.  I was mortified but kept doing what I was
told.

"I see, said Janine.  She walked over to us.  I looked up, my mouth still
full, and saw here looking down at me, her face neutral.  "How's he doing?"

"He needs work," said Mr. Davis, "but he's got a lot of enthusiasm."

She snorted.  "Here are the forms."

He took them from her and shifted so he could sign them.  I felt Janine's
hands on my head.  Suddenly she shoved me forward, down on Mr. Davis' cock.
I gagged when it hit my throat. She let me up and then rammed me down
again.  After a few more gags, she let go of me and laughed.  "I can see
the enthusiasm, but he's poor in technique!"

"Yes, you can help him out there.  Schedule a meeting tomorrow, show him a
thing or two." I looked up at him, confused.  "Janine has a strap on dildo
she likes to use," he explained, smiling.  "I'm afraid she's not as gentle
as I am, though." I swiveled to look at her.  She smiled down at me.

"Don't worry, Dougie," she said.  After an hour with me you'll be much
better at pleasing him.  You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I nodded around
the cock, my stomach sinking.  The idea of Janine fucking my mouth with a
strap-on dildo scared the hell out of me.

"Should I fuck his ass, too?" she asked Mr. Davis.  I whimpered in fear.

"Not yet," he told her.  Our little slut here claims he's still a virgin
down there, so I want the honor of deflowering him."

"You really think he's never done that before?" she asked, doubt in her
voice.

"Oh, I believe him," said Mr. Davis.  "I'm looking forward to it very much.
You can go now, Janine, I won't be long."

"Yes, Mr. Davis." I heard her heels clicking away, and the door shut behind
her.

He pulled me off his cock, my lips making a popping sound as it left me.
He stood up and towered over me.  "I don't think you're going to be able to
make me come," he said.  I looked up at him, embarrassed.  "You really do
need more practice.  Janine should help there.  But you've been very
enthusiastic, and I want to reward you, so stay down there and I'll jack
off in your mouth." He started stroking himself, the business end of his
dick pointed right at my face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Davis," I said.  "I'll do a better job next time."

"I hope so, he said, breathing harder.  "I don't want a bad cocksucker
working for me.  I'll never be able to send you to other clients if you're
bad at it."

I swallowed.  Was he really going to do that?  He saw the look in my face.
"Oh yes," he said, still stroking.  "Janine handles the straight clients
and the female ones, but we have several that would enjoy you.  Once you
know how to suck and fuck properly, you'll be a real asset for the company.
Now, tell me what you are."

I knew what he wanted to hear.  "I'm a slut, Mr. Davis.  I'm a cocksucker;
not a good one, but I will be!  I love your cock, and I'll do anything for
you!" I meant every word.

"Do you want my come?" he asked me.

"Yes!  Please, shoot your come into my whore mouth!  I really want to taste
it and swallow it and -- mmmph!" He leaned forward and crammed his cock head
into my mouth.  His hand on the back of my head held me steady and he
groaned.  I felt his cock swell up and then it exploded in my mouth!

For the second time today I had a man's load in my mouth, but this one was
way more than Don's.  It filled my mouth up, and I swallowed quickly, but
it kept coming!  I swallowed and swallowed, but some of it slipped out of
my lips and dribbled down my chin.

After a while, it stopped spurting into my mouth, but he held me there.
"Suck out all of my come," he ordered me.  I sucked on his slimy cock,
cleaning it off.  The come tasted kinda bad, but I knew I would get used to
it.

Finally he pulled out of me.  He took a tissue off his desk and wiped off
his cock, which was still pretty hard.  "OK, get up and get out," he
ordered.  "I have a lot of work to finish up, and you're wasting my time."

"I'm sorry Mr. Davis.  Thank you," I said, getting to my feet.  I staggered
a little bit as I left his office.

As I passed Janine, trying not to look at her, she stopped me.  "Oh god,
you do suck at sucking," she said.  "Come here." I moved over to her and
she used a tissue to wipe off my chin.  I had completely forgotten about
the come I had missed, and I had been about to walk out into a busy office
with my face a mess!

"There," she said, throwing the tissue into her wastebasket.  "That was
careless, you idiot.  Don't do it again!" I felt my face color.  "I
scheduled a little one on one session in room 222 for tomorrow morning at
8am.  Don't be late!  Oh, and I wouldn't eat breakfast, if I were you!" I
nodded at her, unable to speak.  "And if you tell anyone, and I mean
ANYONE, about this, I promise you I will either kill you or sell you off as
a whore in Mexico.  Do not fuck with me, and do NOT betray Mr. Davis.  Do
you understand?"

I nodded again, inwardly amused at the thought of me telling anybody.  She
smiled at me.  It was a genuine smile and totally unexpected.  "OK then,"
she said brightly.  "Now get back to work, Doug!  Those reports won't write
themselves!"

I left her office and went back to my cubicle.  I was in a daze.  Whatever
else, I knew I was not going to be the same person from this day forward.
And although I was scared, a big part of me was looking forward to it.